Does she wonder what I must be looking for? Does she hear a sigh? Or, an exhalation of surprise and pleasure as I find -- what? My hands are at her ankle.Does she wonder what I must be looking for? Does she hear a sigh? Or, an exhalation of surprise and pleasure as I find -- what? My hands are at her ankle. I loosen ties, and her foot is free. No, not quite free. I hold the ankle tightly, but it is no longer tied. She feels the stocking being placed over her foot. My hands fit it to her leg, rolling the top up across her calf, over her knee, and up her thigh. I lift her leg slightly as I snug the top around her thigh. My hands wander over her flesh, to the fine hair of her vulva. My fingers stroke lightly, and my intake of breath matches hers. I withdraw my hands, and in seconds her ankle is firmly bound once more. I repeat the process with her other leg. This time, however, I stroke her moistening slit with a finger. I caress her several times, urging my finger deeper with each stroke. Until she writhes with a beginning need. I stop and retie her ankle. And she is once more spreadeagled on the bed. My hands grasp the hem of her nightgown and pull it slowly down her body, providing her with a false sense of modesty. I wonder if she can imagine the erotic picture she makes: Spreadeagled on her back, hands firmly cuffed above her head; breasts straining against the blue silkiness of her gown as her position thrust us into prominence; nipples beginning to harden and distend; legs spread as if awaiting a lover, the skirt of the gown stretched tightly across hips and thighs; legs encased in nylons. She is helpless before her captor, blindfolded and gagged with silken scarves. My hands touch her. My fingers graze lightly over her face, touching eyes through layers of silk. My fingers trail over her lips, touching, tracing. They follow the line of her jaw, seeking and playing with her ears. I trace the rim of her ear with a finger, then slowly and delicately insert the tip of it into her ear. She shivers as I play with her ear, moving my finger into and out of it as if it were her sex and the finger my organ. Her breath catches, and becomes labored. |